According to the reports, Wellworth had been planning to kill Maradona since 1986, when he lost his savings betting on England in the Hand of God game. This sounds unlikely to me, since “show up randomly with a machete the first time Maradona happens to come near my house” doesn’t sound like a plan that took 22 years to concoct. At the same time, he reportedly has psychological problems (no, I’m serious), so it may be that he’s just a really bad planner. It’s a funny old place, this world. The person who’s able to procure the machete is so seldom the person who knows how to devise a plan for its successful deployment.

Anyway, I’m not sure I believe this story. I realize that wanting to cut Maradona’s head off essentially places you in the middle of a thriving English subculture, so I’m not saying it’s implausible. And in a way, it’s a movie I’d like to see Rio Ferdinand and Ashley Cole produce. But are we really supposed to believe that a guy showed up at Hampden Park with an edged weapon and the intention to kill the greatest soccer player of the last 30 years, and the Sun didn’t find out about it for an entire week? That’s not the system I’m familiar with.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, in other words, but I’ll believe it when I read it in the tabloids. Until it’s summarized in a 90-point font via the headline “Mara-GONER,” this is late works of Borges to me.